The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 202: Feel My Darkness

His groans of bliss and curses in Faetong sent her screaming through a release.

Kraven couldn’t handle the scalding hotness of her insides, squelching for him, earning more rapid movement.

She was soaked to the brim, and his length burned like it would melt from how welcoming it was.

Isadora’s body bounced back and forth until the world around her spun endlessly. Her eyes squeezed shut, her nails dug into the wall.

She gasped when Kraven hauled her closer by the neck. An amused expression morphed on his features.

"How does it feel? Knowing when you think of this room you’ll never forget how much I fucked you here."

Her lips came apart as his rapid thrust hit a perfect spot, before following up with another hard thrust, but slow, her body lunged back and forth.

"With my fingers," he rasped. "And my cock. It’s a worthwhile memory, isn’t it?"

Kraven hit a sweet spot, and Isadora felt like she would die from it, her body quivering beyond control like it would break.

Her entire body felt like it would, and the only thing keeping her in place was Kraven.

He bore all the power in his iron grip, just a kink, just a word, anything at all, and her body would react in ways she never knew existed.

He thrust rapidly into her like a madman... like the last thing on earth as if he wouldn’t touch her again and wanted to ruin her from time to come.

It always felt like the last time, and each time she was closer to greeting Daudi.

Kraven discerned this sweet spot and this particular angle that dragged her body toward an eruption.

Smirking devilishly, he collided with that spot over and over again. "Come for me, darling, all over my cock!" He groaned, taking his head back as pleasant chills found him.

She did, her lips coming apart widely, but her sound was gone. It was a muted cry as her body shuddered to the point of division.

Kraven gritted his teeth, forcing his length more and more into her, keeping her in that time pause for over a minute.

Isadora found her breath, drawing sharply as her mind tried to decode what happened. But her senses snapped back in place when she was forced to her knees.

Kraven’s hand grasped her braid tightly as he kept her head up, his hardened length casting a terrifying shadow on her face.

"The sight of you on your knees is astonishment," he said breathlessly. "Fear not, darling. I’m not done traumatizing you... yet."

Isadora shivered, cheeks tinged with blush, her mind and body still trying to ease through the heavy sensation.

Having this massive Fae stand above her made everything else less frightening.

It felt like death was upon her.

"When you think of your darkest memories, you’ll not only picture how much I ruined you with my fingers and cock." His hand, grasping her hair, moved smoothly to her chin. "You’ll also think about how I ruined those pretty lips of yours. Open."

Isadora didn’t think of anything else, she did without question, fascinated by this powerful Fae.

The aura he radiated was nothing close to bloodlust... it was dominating, and luring her in like a trap.

She wanted his control. She wanted everything.

"Almadra..." Kraven praised the Allmother of all births for this wonderful creation under his gaze. "Take me well, darling," he murmured, moving his tip to her mouth.

Isadora’s hand grasped his thighs for support as the taste of him burned through her core memory.

"Come on, darling, open up more for me," he groaned, moving his hand to the back of her head, gripping harshly to angle her head properly.

Isadora squeezed her eyes shut, and the corner of her lips felt like splitting.

Kraven chuckled, sensing her uncertainty. "Can’t take me all?"

She nodded her head tightly. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Too bad." He eased her out, but that was only a facade because he thrust into her mouth without warning, just two inches of his length flavored her mouth.

Isadora panicked, clutching his thighs tightly, tears sliding down her cheeks.

Kraven moaned, thrusting slow, desperate to fuck her mouth properly but her pained expression made him waver.

Her teeth bit down on his cock, his body tensing as pleasure instead of pain drove through him, and unable to contain it... he came.

Isadora attempted to pull away at the first taste of him, but his hand at the back of her hair kept her rooted, forcing her to take every single taste he released for her.

She choked, desperate for freedom, but Kraven was stubborn. As revenge, she bit him again, harder.

"Alda!" he swore, thrusting into her again as he finished.

Using enough strength she could muster, she yanked away from him, coughing and wheezing through breath. The taste of him burning under her tongue.

"You should have breathed with your nose, darling," Kraven mused, forcing his semi-hard length in his pants.

Isadora turned and shot him with a glare. She rose to her feet, ignoring the pain biting through her.

She pushed against his chest, but it only forced a chuckle out of him.

He caught her hands before she attacked again. "Don’t worry, darling, I’ll teach you how to take me properly." His eyes descended on her lips, the blood coating them.

Gods! She wounded him. He hadn’t noticed the sting because of his inability to feel pain.

"That monster of yours will never touch my lips again!" she yelled. "Next time it does, I swear to the seven gods I’ll bite it off!"

"Darling, I’ll look forward to it."

She growled, twirling away, but the pain seized her again, and her balance wavered.

But Kraven caught her in his arms before she fell, her cheeks pressing against his solid chest. She fought to break free, but it was a weak attempt; she didn’t want to pull away as much as she thought.

Isadora gripped his jacket tightly, burying her face in his chest, engulfed by his scent and warmth.

Kraven’s body went still; he didn’t understand why she held onto him like this, eased into him. Why her wild heartbeat... calmed.

It was strange... this comfort.

But he didn’t pull away.